Elena was paralyzed with fear and several other emotions that included shock, dread, and disbelief. The human--which apparently wasn't human because it was pulled itself back together--thing was slowly, eerily moving towards her, the prey. Elena screamed and cried, hoping someone, anyone, would save her from this-this thing. But the road was deserted and no one in their right mind would be driving or wandering around at this hour. She pounded her hands on the steering wheel and kicked at whatever was in range in panic. Elena didn't care if she hurt herself more. The glass from both the windshield and side windows embedded in various places on her had cut her deeply in several places and a few shards were digging themselves deeper into her skin. Elena could feel places that she was sure were bruising. She also was bloody terrified and scared out of her pants. Things like this never happened to her, Elena Gilbert, that is, until recently. Ever since Elena had learned of the world of supernatural, she had been running away from it. And now, it was coming after her.

She unintelligently thrashed in her seat, weakly and desperately trying to free herself so she could feebly try to escape. This wasn't like some horror movie with the fear-inducing music; the only sound that Elena could distinguish was the creatures ever-nearing footsteps on the tar road, her helicopter heartbeat, and her screaming bloody murder. Fast as a jet, Elena steadied one hand above her on ceiling while the other clicked her seatbelt suspending her upside-down free. It was incredibly uncomfortable trying to support herself with all her injuries being what they were, but, still crying, she managed.

The creature had reached the car and Elena let out a loud shriek of fear and shock, "No! Noo!" her voice faltering, tears falling like a waterfall down her cheeks. Whatever it was--Elena could still only see feet--was inches from the. Now, Elena was breathing harshly and irregularly. Then, the car was lifted off the ground, which sent Elena into a frenzy again. The next thing Elena knew, the car was being tossed, rolled again. This time, it landed in an upright position. Elena gained a more bumps and glass shards jammed into her and her vision was blurry.

"Please! No! No!" Elena's voice croaked, disorientated, fading. She sounded hoarse, as if she had been crying for hours instead minutes. Elena could now, unclearly, see her attacker. It was a man. There was no way a man could've lifted up a vehicle this size and chucked it. This was no man, but a vampire. His features were dark and indistinguishable. Elena started hyperventilating and she was getting light-headed. She couldn't see him smile a twisted, hunger-crazed smile. She didn't watch his insane, sleep-deprived, now red demon eyes ravenously stare at her exposed, vervainless neck. He effortlessly ripped the door off the vehicle as Elena scrambled to move to the passenger side and out the door. Playing with his food, he appeared at the other door and ripped it off, too, just to hear her cry of fright at his abilities.

"Gotcha!" the vampire gloated.